• Michael Mullins
  • Michael "The Bard" Mullin
  • "The Bard of Foremass"
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    To Please My Love

    O, feathered birds of field and grove!
    Sing, each of you, your sweetest song;
    To keep my hearts desire, my love,
    From thinking long.

    O, Sun! with diadems adorn
    The dew-wet grass, the dew-wet flowers.
    Shake from your blossomed boughs, O, thorn!
    Shake snow-white show’rs.

    O, Woodbine! spill your scents so sweet
    O, Wind! make harps of all the trees;
    And when she’s nigh let all compete –
    Her heart to please.

    O, Dawning’s fair! O sunset skies!
    In your magnificence show forth,
    To match the glory of her eyes –
    Unmatched on earth.

    O, Nature! make these paths we rove,
    These fields so fair, more lovely yet;
    That she may love the scenes I love,
    And ne’er forget.

    Enshrine these beauties in her heart,
    Embalm them in her memory –
    So that she’ll never wish to part
    From them, from me,